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pardon and my return shall be the end of my
business. 337

Ham. Sir, I cannot.

Guil. What, my lord?

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my
wit's diseased; but, sir, such answer as I can
make, you shall command; or, rather, as you
say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the
matter: my mother, you say,— 344

Ros. Then, thus she says: your behaviour hath
struck her into amazement and admiration.

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish
a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels
of this mother's admiration? Impart. 349

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her
closet ere you go to bed.

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our
mother. Have you any further trade with us?

Ros. My lord, you once did love me.

Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and
stealers. 356

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of
distemper? you do surely bar the door upon
your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your
friend. 360

Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.

Ros. How can that be when you have the
voice of the king himself for your succession in
Denmark? 364

Ham. Ay, sir, but 'While the grass grows,'—
the proverb is something musty.